Her heart raced as she paced back and forth in the small bathroom. She bit the fingernail on her thumb nervously as she tapped the small stick in the air.

She heard the front door open and close. "Olivia?" came Elliot's distant voice.

"I'm in here!" she shouted back.

He opened the bathroom door and found her pacing back and forth nervously. He noticed the small, white stick in her hand. He smiled sympathetically and put his arms around her waist, pulling her close. He kissed her forehead gently.

"How long have we been together now, Liv?" he asked.

"Almost a month," she sighed. "But I'm over one week late, El," she said, putting her head in the crook of his neck. "And this is the third test I've taken."

He rubbed her back gently.

"And the other morning, I had the morning sickness, too. So, I think maybe I'm getting a false negative."

Elliot sighed, not knowing what to tell her.

"I already made an appointment with the doctor for Saturday," she sighed, almost guiltily.

"Maybe it just hasn't happened, yet, Liv. But I promise you, it will."

She smiled and looked down at the sick in her hand.

A single red line showed up on the screen, the 'not pregnant' symbol.

She sighed heavily and nuzzled closer to Elliot.

"What happened?" Elliot asked as him and Olivia approached the late night scene, lit by cars and street lights.

"You're rapist was shot," the young female cop, in a blue NYPD outfit, said as the two detectives stopped in front of her.

"I don't even have a gun!" she cried in self defense. "Where would I get one?"

Stepping back, Elliot pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "John? Check the victims, see who has a gun and no alibi," he said and hung up.

"Anya Baker? Nikko Shawn?" Munch called into the night air as he rapped his knuckles on the door.

"Coming, coming!" somebody shouted from inside.

Nikko answered the door, leaning on it with an irritated look. "What do you want?"

"I'm looking for Anya, is she here?"

"Yeah, but she's sleeping."

"Well maybe you can answer a few questions for me, then. Do you two own a gun?"

She shifted uncomfortably but kept her face poised and calm. "Yeah, for protection. It's New York."

"And has Anya been here all night?"

"Of course. She took some sleeping pills and has been out since about nine." Nikko rubbed her nose, trying to remain calm.

Munch eyed her through his dark glasses. "Were you here all night?"

"Yeah." She shifted her weight from one leg to the other.

"What kind of gun do you own, Ms. Shawn?"

"A thirty-eight special revolver, why?"

"Your girlfriend's attempted rapist was just shot, we've been trying to figure out who it was."

"Well it wasn't Anya," Nikko said, folding her arms.

"Just a minute," Munch said, pulling his phone from his pocket. "Munch."

"Munch? The bullet used to kill Keith was from a thirty-eight special revolver, registered to a Nikko Shawn."

"Okay, thanks Warner." He hung up the phone and turned back to Nikko, stepping closer to her. "Nikko Shawn," he began, pushing her against the door and cuffing her swiftly. "You are under arrest for the murder of Keith Wilcox, you have the right to shut up."

"Anya!" she called into the house. "Anya, call my lawyer!"

"We'll take death penalty off the table if your client starts talking," Kim Grayleck said, leaning on the table and cocking her eyebrow threateningly. "Which is pretty lenient for murder one."

"The most you can prove is murder two," Nikko's lawyer said, sitting close to her client.

"How do you figure that? She was so upset about what he did to her girlfriend that she stalked him to his home and shot him. That sounds like murder one to me."

"Nikko?" her lawyer prodded.

She sighed heavily, her arms crossed. "I followed him home, I was going to talk to him about seeing a shrink, so he'd stop raping innocent women."

"And you brought a gun to tell him that?" Olivia asked accusingly.

Nikko shook her head. "He got angry at me, and I pulled the gun out. I had planned to kill him, but when the moment came... I couldn't do it. I put the gun down and he started to wrestle with me for it, and it just..." she shrugged. "Went off."

She sat on the paper nervously, crossing her ankles and tapping her fingers together. She looked around the room anxiously.

The clocked ticked loudly in the quiet room as she waited alone.

Then, suddenly, the door open and Olivia swung her head to look at her doctor. She had a long white coat on that contrasted nicely with her black skin, a stethoscope around her neck, long brown hair, and a clipboard in her hands. "Hi Olivia, I'm back," she said brightly, shutting the door behind her.

Olivia took a shaky breath. "So what's the news, Dr. Renee?" she asked nervously, almost afraid to know the answer.

"Olivia, you're going to have to either come back or call on Thursday. That's when the results will be back."

Olivia sighed, hear heart dropping. She was afraid of what the answer would be, but she wanted to know it so badly...

A/N: Alrighty... you'll just have to wait until next "episode" to know what happens with getting pregnant. Also... please R&R and tell me what you thought about it.

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